It’s snowing. Not, you know, this little dusting, but an honest to goodness snow. I guess winter’s started.

After being all melancholy, yesterday morning, I expected to drop off my part of the birthday dinner in the afternoon, then to leave–maybe to go walk around Potter’s Marsh, or to come home and read–but when I got there, they offered me coffee and homemade ice cream, to make me feel better, and I ended up staying. I’m glad I did. It was a lot of fun!